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Friday, December 20, 2013

Book Blitz & Giveaway

Sex Love Repeat

by
Alessandra Torre

Publication date:December 1st 2013Genres:Erotica, Romance

~ Synopsis ~

I love two men. I screw two men. I am
in a relationship with them both, and they are both aware there is
another. That is all they need to know, that is all I let them know.
They don’t need to know a name; they don’t need to know anything but that they
are not alone in my heart.

They have accepted the situation. Stewart, because his life is too busy
for the sort of obligations that are required in a relationship. Paul,
because he loves me too much to tell me no. And because my
sexual appetite is such that one man has trouble keeping up.

So we exist, two parallel relationships, each running their own course,
with no need for intersection or conflict. It works for us, for them, and
for me. I don’t expect it to be a long-term situation. I know there
is an expiration date on the easy perfection of our lives.

I should have paid more attention, should have looked around and noticed
the woman who watched it all. She sat in the background
and waited, tried to figure me out. Saw my two relationships, the
love between us, and the moment that it all fell apart.

She hates me.
I don’t even know she exists.
She loves them. I love them.
And they love me.

Their eyes, a similar tint of blue, yet
Paul’s smiles at me with carefree abandonment and Stewart’s pierces my heart
with its dark intensity.

Their bodies. Paul’s naturally muscular,
his arms developed from hours of surfboard paddling, his abs ripped from
balancing on a board, his thighs and calves strong from jumping, balancing, and
kicking through currents. Stewart’s body, attacked like everything else in his
life, with fierce devotion, aggression worked out with miles on a treadmill,
weight-lifting, sit-ups, pull-ups, and calisthenics.

Their love. Paul loves me with
unconditional warmth, his affection public and obvious, his arms pulling me
into his warmth, his mouth littering my body with frequent kisses. Stewart
loves me with a tiger’s intensity, his need taking my breath away, his
confidence in our relationship strong enough to not be bothered by the presence
of another man. He stares into my soul as if he owns it, and shows his love
with money, sex, and rare moments of time.

Tonight is one of those rare moments. I
have his attention, his cell phone is away, and he is staring at me as if I
contain everything needed to make his world whole. I step forward, towards his
seated form, the dress hugging my form to perfection. He sits up in the chair,
spreading his knees and patting his thigh, indicating where he wants me. I sit
sideways on his thigh, my eyes held by his, his hand stealing up and running
lightly along my bare back. “You are breathtaking.” His voice gruff, he leans
forward and places a light kiss on my neck. “And you smell incredible.”

“Thank you. You clean up pretty well
yourself.” And he does. In a suit that no doubt costs more than my dress, he
looks every bit the successful executive that he is. Short, orderly hair.
Clean-shaved chin. Those intense eyes staring out of a strong face. “Is the car
here?”

“It’s downstairs. But it can wait.” He runs
a hand up my knee, sliding the material of the cocktail dress up.

I wait, my breath becoming shallow, my
concentration focused on the path of his fingers, as they travel higher, taking
their time, the tickle of rough skin against soft flesh. He leans over,
brushing a quick kiss over my lips and then moves lower, soft kisses making the
path down the line of my jaw, whisper soft against my neck, and deepening in
touch when they reach my collarbone. His hand caresses my thigh, the brush of
his thumb moving higher up my thigh until it is just breaths from my sex. I
groan, sliding my hips forward, but his hand stops me, gripping my thigh and
holding me still. “Not yet. Let me enjoy you for a moment.”

There is the sound of approaching
footsteps, and I open my eyes to see a suited man, our driver, round the corner
and stop short when we come into view. His eyes drop respectfully and he speaks
softly. “Mr. Brand, I’ll be downstairs with the car when you are ready.”

Stewart mutters something unintelligible,
the man taking the cue and leaving, the firm pull of the door behind him
leaving us alone. Stewart’s hands push apart my legs, moving the fabric of my
dress aside and leaving me bare and open to his eyes. He looks down, examining
the exposed skin, his mouth curving into a smile. “No panties?” His eyes flick
up to mine.

“They’re in my purse. I figured they would
be useless until we got to the event.”

“That,” he says softly, his fingers teasing
the edge of my lips, circling the edge of my sex in slow, tantalizing brushes,
each touch closer but not yet there,
“is why I love you. You know me so well.”

His eyes stare at me, dark pools of lust
and want. While Paul and I talk, incessantly, often, about anything and
everything, important or not, Stewart and I fuck our way through this
relationship, our time often too short for anything more than physical contact.
Sex is how we connect, share our feelings, emotions, and love. I stare back
into his eyes, my eyelids closing slightly when he slides one confident finger
over the knot of my clit, that finger effortlessly sliding down and into me,
the small invasion a tease of perfection. “Look at me,” he breathes. “I want to
see your eyes.”

I reopen my eyes, my mouth parting as he
cups my sex, slipping a second finger in with the first, both of them working
together, stimulating me in their movement, his thumb staying firm on my clit,
soft pressure that moves slightly with each stroke of his fingers. He watches
my eyes, sees the moment that the fire of my need hits them, sees the crescendo
and burn of my arousal, adjusting the pace and pressure of his fingers in
accordance with my want. I feel the curl of pleasure, growing in my belly, our
eyes caught in a web of want, pulled to each other, my eyes barely noticing the
sexy pull of his mouth into a smile as my breathing increases and I thrust into
his hand. His other hand steals around my waist, sliding up my chest and
pulling on the fabric there, tugging my neckline down till a breast is exposed,
his hand gripping and tugging on it just hard enough to make me gasp.

1. Can
you tell our readers about yourself and your background/career before you
published your first book?

Hmmm….let’s see. I’m 29, married for seven years and live in a
small beach town in Florida. I read as much as I can – I have a young stepson, and spend a
lot of time building Legos, playing laser tag, and trying to improve my skills
at Modern Warfare. My husband and I
spend a lot of time working on our house, which is in the last stages of
renovation.

2. What inspired you to begin
writing? Were you hesitant to take that leap? Stephen King’s book “On Writing” was the catalyst to get
me to actually put pen to paper. When I
sat down to write, the characters and plot of Blindfolded Innocence just poured
out. Six weeks later, I self-pubbed it. I
had very low expectations for Blindfolded.
I loved the story, and was attached to the characters, but I had no idea
of whether the book was any good. Given
the erotic nature of the story, I didn’t send it out to any friends or family
to get feedback, so I really ‘put it out there’ in hopes of getting some kind
of feedback. That’s one of the great things about self-publishing, you can
publish something, get feedback, and then make changes and fix issues.

3. Who are some of your favorite authors
and why?

I have been a bookworm since
age eight. I read a little bit of
everything. My favorite authors include
John Grisham, Kristin Hannah, Jennifer Cruisie, Gillian Flynn, and J.D. Robb. But that list is constantly changing and expanding. I like any author who steps outside the norm
and surprises me.

Sex Love Repeat has a love triangle, a type
of story you personally hate. Was it strange writing that type of story?

It was frustrating, because I had no idea where I wanted the book to
end. This is not a normal love triangle, where the girl goes back and forth
trying to decide which guy to choose. There is not that aspect to the book. I
don’t know how to explain it without giving anything away, but it has a
different vibe. I DID like writing a love triangle, because it was like writing
two love stories at one time. Plus, it allowed me to include LOTS of sex.

4. Where do you see yourself in terms of
your career in the next five to ten years?

I hope to publish three to
four books a year and develop a regular reader base. My ten-year goal is to have a movie made from
one of my books. And make the New York Times list, but I’m hoping it doesn’t
take ten years to get there!

~ About the Author ~

Alessandra Torre is
a new author who focuses on contemporary erotica. Her first book,
Blindfolded Innocence, was published in July 2012, and was an Erotica #1
Bestseller for two weeks. The sequel to Blindfolded, Masked
Innocence, will be released in February 2014.

Alessandra lives in the Southern United States and is married, with one
young child. She enjoys reading, spending time with her family,
and playing with her dogs. Her favorite authors include Lisa Gardner,
Gillian Flynn, and Jennifer Crusie.